HITLER   AND   I
As the months passed Goebbels organized a minia
ture terror, a guerrilla warfare against our supporters
One after another our associates fell under the ban o
his displeasure, and stormtroopers disguised as hooli
gans were set to trail our friends in the street and bea
them up; he even made several attempts to get hold o
me, though without success. When we demandec
daylight on these nocturnal attacks we received th*
invariable reply: 'The Communists are after you
Get the S.A. to protect you.' In other words, cAdmil
spies to your ranks and we shall leave you in peace3.
Most of my associates settled in suburbs of Berlin
belonging to the political district of Brandenburg,
whose Gauleiter was absolutely pro-Strasser. I had
to hold the fort in Berlin itself
One morning in the spring of 1928 I was at work in
my enormous study, a thirty-foot long apartment
where Gregor and I used to work at two desks face-to-
face. I was alone, examining the layout of our
periodical, when Hitler burst in unannounced. I did
not even know he was in Berlin.
Without a word of greeting he made for Gregorys
desk, sat down and announced point-blank:
'This can't go on/
'What can't go on, Herr Hitler?3
"Your incessant quarrels with my people. Last year
it was Streicher, then it was Rosenberg, and now it's
Goebbels. I've had enough of it.'
'There is no connection between them, Herr Hitler.
Julius Streicher is a dirty swine. At the Nurnberg
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